[Sasha hears the grass rustling, but for the moment, she ignores it because arguing with the Deerling seems to be more important. Besides, it's probably just another Pidgey that will get chased off as long as this Pokemon keeps shoving its snoot in her face.

Or rather, on her face, as it runs its cold wet nose across her jawline, making Sasha shudder in disgust.]

Ugh, stop that!

[She wipes the streak of Deerling spit off her cheek with her shirt sleeve, frowning all the way. Never has Sasha seen a creature so insistent on being so stubborn. Doesn't it know she's a hunter? The greatest hunter this side of Wall Maria? Doesn't it know that not only will she shove it into these tiny red and white balls people have given her for free, but she'll crack said ball open like an egg and fry the Deerling up?

She's considering various ways of how to get such a big creature inside such a small space when a flock of Pidgeys suddenly flutter up into the sky and far away from her and Deerling. It's almost like someone (or something) scared them off. This just adds to Sasha's frustration and her hand holding the Pokeball drops into her lap.]

Look at what you did now. I don't know what you did, but stop doing it. How am I supposed to catch another Pokemon if you keep scaring them off?

[Poor Deerling. It whines a bit because it's innocent! It's not whatever creep is lurking in the bushes!]